Story: Change of Body
Hmmm . . . There are too few Hiei+Sango moments . . . I still don't really know what to do with Miroku, though. I have a special scene coming up for Inuyasha later, but Miroku . . .
And by the way, since Sesshy's coming right after the dance, I think it would be logical to do that first. You can't have a field trip right after a school dance, can you?
Forgive me for the mushiness and for the rushed seriousness.
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Chapter Eleven
Shuuichi's POV
I looked out from the corner of my eyes: the Kawa no Koori's had planned a *special* evening entertainment for Yusuke's girlfriend, Keiko, which Yusuke reluctantly agreed to. Personally, I thought it was mean, but I was "Inuyasha", right?
Kagome was sitting on her chair calmly while the DJ (I think his name was Jin or something) (A/N I know who Jin is, it's Shuuichi's thoughts here) was trying to tune the music. Another person, who had light blue and green hair (Touya) threw his arms up and tuned it in a half-second.
Several people started dancing. I saw a slightly drunk Chuu throwing Koto across the dance floor in a weird, made-up dance. Hiei (Miroku's body) was looking extremely offended, staring across the room while Sango tugged at his arm. I smiled. Kuwabara and Yukina.
Then I saw Yusuke, blushing awkwardly, pulling Keiko stealthily to the air vent. The few remaining members of the Kawa no Koori's tiptoed to the keys that opened the air vent. I groaned. Keiko was wearing a loose dress today.
I turned away, to see a strange sight. Our principle, Sakyo, with Koenma behind him like a shadow, bowing to Kuwabara's much smarter sister, Shizuru. I groaned. Sakyo was young, true, but Shizuru happened to be very choosy with guys. To my utter astonishment, she started dancing with him.
The moment of truth – the air vent went on. I heard a shrill scream, followed by the inevitable – a slap, along with the usual, "YUSUKE YOU JERK!!!"
I sighed, looking back to Kagome, bowing politely. "Do you dance, my lady?"
She giggled. "Don't be formal. If you don't dance as horribly as you did last year, then yes, I'll dance with you."
I smiled, pulling her to the dance floor. A slow song began.
*~*~*~*~ Kagome's POV ~*~*~*~*
It . . . was . . . amazing! I didn't know Inuyasha could dance like that! And he looked so gentle, too. Very unlike him in the past . . . what, ten years? I laid my head on his shoulder gently, pulling closer, letting him steer. It surprised him for a moment, but he recovered fast.
I smiled. He didn't step on my shoes this time. Lucky me. They were my mom's.
*~*~*~*~ back to Shuuichi's POV ~*~*~*~*
I looked at the girl in my arms, relaxing, but still embarrassed. What started as a small crush had developed into something stronger. I don't know what to call it; it wasn't love; it couldn't be.
I looked at Hiei, who was smirking at me. I blushed, pouting. It was soon replaced by a smile of satisfaction as Sango forced him to the dance floor. He looked flabbergast; I stuck out my tongue for a moment before regaining my dignity.
He glared silently at me. Then, a member of the Kawa no Kooris came to me. He dragged me away from Kagome, whispering, "The rival gang is here. They want revenge for the last time we fought."
My eyes narrowed. "For the last time?"
He nodded. Feeling it would be strange if I asked, "What last time?", I lowered my eyes, going to Kagome. She looked frightened. I lowered my voice, "The rival gang is here. I need to go."
She nodded briefly. Before she turned away, she whispered, "Why must you always fight, Inuyasha?"
I felt sorry for her. Heck, I felt sorry for everyone. I turned to the snack bar. I called out, "HIEI!!!"
I meant the pervert in Hiei's body, of course. We both had experience in pain (with him groping so many women?) but neither one of us, I'll bet, had experienced a real fight. This would be tough.
Both Miroku and Hiei turned. I motioned to Hiei's body. He came, whispering, "Now's not a good time. I'm getting my thirty-seventh phone number."
I yelled, "You two-timer!"
Lowering my voice, I added, "Multiply that by one hundred, and you'll get how many women you've cheated on so far."
He flushed. I said seriously, "We have guests from the rival school." I thought about what Inuyasha had told me from way before. "They're called the Thunder Riders."
He grinned recklessly. "Kawa no Koori sounds better."
I agreed, but now was too serious to be comparing names. "Do you even know how to fight?"
I had learned karate when I was younger; I excelled at it, as I did everything else. But Miroku's answer took me by surprise. Sort of. It was logical enough.
"Sure. I mean, I always let Sango dock me into the fishpond, but hey, she did teach me a few tricks."
I gaped. "So . . . you're not a hopeless, perverted idiot after all?"
He hit my shoulder. "No way."
Hiei (who had to push Sango away by force) came over, all shaken up. "What's happening?!"
I grimaced. "We have visitors from the Thunder gang."
He yelled, "Do you realize what these guys have? I know three of their members, three f***in' (A/N Hehe, I have to use censors, or else Kireishi's gonna blackmail me for cussing, story or no) traitors who go to this school! Naraku, Kouga, and Sniper (A/N I had to put Sniper in . . . don't ask)!"
I stared. "Calm down."
He did not. "Don't you see? These guys use GUNS and KNIVES, Shuuichi. People really get hurt! But then . . . you've never felt real pain, have you?"
I shook my head. Yes, I was naïve. But . . . if he had . . .
"Have you?!" I demanded shrilly. No, I don't care if I sounded like a girl.
He looked expressionless. "Yes."
As I was about to yell again, he stopped me. "The reason I never told you, Shuuichi, was because I knew that you'd make a big deal out of it. There's still a scar."
I stared. "Where?"
He looked down, about to pull up his shirt, when he stopped himself. "Ah yes, that buffoon over there has my body, doesn't he?"
He threw a mocking look at Miroku. "Pull up your shirt, body-thief."
Miroku protested, but did as he was told. Hiei yelled, "Not like that! People will think you're a stripper. Those are MY abs you're showing!"
I snickered. Hiei glared at me. I stopped when I saw a horrible gash along the stomach area. I turned to Hiei. "You – never told me – I thought that I was your best friend, Hiei!"
He sighed. "If I'll have any friends left after this fight. You could die, Shuuichi!"
I looked shocked. "They plan to kill?"
He nodded. "It's a fight to the death. It's a rough neighborhood, Shuuichi. A pampered prince like you could never understand. I always had to deal with them."
He leaned closer. "If it weren't for Yukina, I probably would have died by now. It's one of the reasons she holds my existence prized above all other priorities: homework, jobs, all that shit."
The member came back. "Hurry, leader. The fight has already started."
I groaned. Why do people fight for no reason? I walked over, Miroku tailing me. Hiei gripped my shoulder. "I'm coming with you."
I shook him off. "If you're coming, then come."
He grinned. "Come to my funeral when this fight is finished."
I looked at him angrily. "Don't talk like that, Hiei. Come on."
I walked slowly out the door, stiffening when I saw the fight that had started a few minutes ago. Hiei was right. It was violent. Men getting hurt. Knives, guns. I winced. I'd have to join in sometime soon.
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I told you it was getting serious . . . By the way, it'll clear up by the next 2 chappies, so that's ok. Sorry if there's too little fluff. I'll do more later. Review
Hmmm . . . There are too few Hiei+Sango moments . . . I still don't really know what to do with Miroku, though. I have a special scene coming up for Inuyasha later, but Miroku . . .
And by the way, since Sesshy's coming right after the dance, I think it would be logical to do that first. You can't have a field trip right after a school dance, can you?
Forgive me for the mushiness and for the rushed seriousness.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Chapter Eleven
Shuuichi's POV
I looked out from the corner of my eyes: the Kawa no Koori's had planned a *special* evening entertainment for Yusuke's girlfriend, Keiko, which Yusuke reluctantly agreed to. Personally, I thought it was mean, but I was "Inuyasha", right?
Kagome was sitting on her chair calmly while the DJ (I think his name was Jin or something) (A/N I know who Jin is, it's Shuuichi's thoughts here) was trying to tune the music. Another person, who had light blue and green hair (Touya) threw his arms up and tuned it in a half-second.
Several people started dancing. I saw a slightly drunk Chuu throwing Koto across the dance floor in a weird, made-up dance. Hiei (Miroku's body) was looking extremely offended, staring across the room while Sango tugged at his arm. I smiled. Kuwabara and Yukina.
Then I saw Yusuke, blushing awkwardly, pulling Keiko stealthily to the air vent. The few remaining members of the Kawa no Koori's tiptoed to the keys that opened the air vent. I groaned. Keiko was wearing a loose dress today.
I turned away, to see a strange sight. Our principle, Sakyo, with Koenma behind him like a shadow, bowing to Kuwabara's much smarter sister, Shizuru. I groaned. Sakyo was young, true, but Shizuru happened to be very choosy with guys. To my utter astonishment, she started dancing with him.
The moment of truth – the air vent went on. I heard a shrill scream, followed by the inevitable – a slap, along with the usual, "YUSUKE YOU JERK!!!"
I sighed, looking back to Kagome, bowing politely. "Do you dance, my lady?"
She giggled. "Don't be formal. If you don't dance as horribly as you did last year, then yes, I'll dance with you."
I smiled, pulling her to the dance floor. A slow song began.
*~*~*~*~ Kagome's POV ~*~*~*~*
It . . . was . . . amazing! I didn't know Inuyasha could dance like that! And he looked so gentle, too. Very unlike him in the past . . . what, ten years? I laid my head on his shoulder gently, pulling closer, letting him steer. It surprised him for a moment, but he recovered fast.
I smiled. He didn't step on my shoes this time. Lucky me. They were my mom's.
*~*~*~*~ back to Shuuichi's POV ~*~*~*~*
I looked at the girl in my arms, relaxing, but still embarrassed. What started as a small crush had developed into something stronger. I don't know what to call it; it wasn't love; it couldn't be.
I looked at Hiei, who was smirking at me. I blushed, pouting. It was soon replaced by a smile of satisfaction as Sango forced him to the dance floor. He looked flabbergast; I stuck out my tongue for a moment before regaining my dignity.
He glared silently at me. Then, a member of the Kawa no Kooris came to me. He dragged me away from Kagome, whispering, "The rival gang is here. They want revenge for the last time we fought."
My eyes narrowed. "For the last time?"
He nodded. Feeling it would be strange if I asked, "What last time?", I lowered my eyes, going to Kagome. She looked frightened. I lowered my voice, "The rival gang is here. I need to go."
She nodded briefly. Before she turned away, she whispered, "Why must you always fight, Inuyasha?"
I felt sorry for her. Heck, I felt sorry for everyone. I turned to the snack bar. I called out, "HIEI!!!"
I meant the pervert in Hiei's body, of course. We both had experience in pain (with him groping so many women?) but neither one of us, I'll bet, had experienced a real fight. This would be tough.
Both Miroku and Hiei turned. I motioned to Hiei's body. He came, whispering, "Now's not a good time. I'm getting my thirty-seventh phone number."
I yelled, "You two-timer!"
Lowering my voice, I added, "Multiply that by one hundred, and you'll get how many women you've cheated on so far."
He flushed. I said seriously, "We have guests from the rival school." I thought about what Inuyasha had told me from way before. "They're called the Thunder Riders."
He grinned recklessly. "Kawa no Koori sounds better."
I agreed, but now was too serious to be comparing names. "Do you even know how to fight?"
I had learned karate when I was younger; I excelled at it, as I did everything else. But Miroku's answer took me by surprise. Sort of. It was logical enough.
"Sure. I mean, I always let Sango dock me into the fishpond, but hey, she did teach me a few tricks."
I gaped. "So . . . you're not a hopeless, perverted idiot after all?"
He hit my shoulder. "No way."
Hiei (who had to push Sango away by force) came over, all shaken up. "What's happening?!"
I grimaced. "We have visitors from the Thunder gang."
He yelled, "Do you realize what these guys have? I know three of their members, three f***in' (A/N Hehe, I have to use censors, or else Kireishi's gonna blackmail me for cussing, story or no) traitors who go to this school! Naraku, Kouga, and Sniper (A/N I had to put Sniper in . . . don't ask)!"
I stared. "Calm down."
He did not. "Don't you see? These guys use GUNS and KNIVES, Shuuichi. People really get hurt! But then . . . you've never felt real pain, have you?"
I shook my head. Yes, I was naïve. But . . . if he had . . .
"Have you?!" I demanded shrilly. No, I don't care if I sounded like a girl.
He looked expressionless. "Yes."
As I was about to yell again, he stopped me. "The reason I never told you, Shuuichi, was because I knew that you'd make a big deal out of it. There's still a scar."
I stared. "Where?"
He looked down, about to pull up his shirt, when he stopped himself. "Ah yes, that buffoon over there has my body, doesn't he?"
He threw a mocking look at Miroku. "Pull up your shirt, body-thief."
Miroku protested, but did as he was told. Hiei yelled, "Not like that! People will think you're a stripper. Those are MY abs you're showing!"
I snickered. Hiei glared at me. I stopped when I saw a horrible gash along the stomach area. I turned to Hiei. "You – never told me – I thought that I was your best friend, Hiei!"
He sighed. "If I'll have any friends left after this fight. You could die, Shuuichi!"
I looked shocked. "They plan to kill?"
He nodded. "It's a fight to the death. It's a rough neighborhood, Shuuichi. A pampered prince like you could never understand. I always had to deal with them."
He leaned closer. "If it weren't for Yukina, I probably would have died by now. It's one of the reasons she holds my existence prized above all other priorities: homework, jobs, all that shit."
The member came back. "Hurry, leader. The fight has already started."
I groaned. Why do people fight for no reason? I walked over, Miroku tailing me. Hiei gripped my shoulder. "I'm coming with you."
I shook him off. "If you're coming, then come."
He grinned. "Come to my funeral when this fight is finished."
I looked at him angrily. "Don't talk like that, Hiei. Come on."
I walked slowly out the door, stiffening when I saw the fight that had started a few minutes ago. Hiei was right. It was violent. Men getting hurt. Knives, guns. I winced. I'd have to join in sometime soon.
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I told you it was getting serious . . . By the way, it'll clear up by the next 2 chappies, so that's ok. Sorry if there's too little fluff. I'll do more later. Review